Parallel Paths
Strived feet are
stumbled on this river bank
cold and slender fingers
wading through the rapture of ripples
reminding,
dying
dying,forever
eclipsed were the ways
pain strewn thorns
anguished astray
wavering wilderness
pensive plodding paths
wither,they
wither,forever
after
the light years
I know, you will map us
on the palm of a miser
Copyright © Syam Madappattu | Year Posted 2013
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